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A bloody razor sits alone
It's job complete.
A throng of sleek black hair
Hiding a teary, blood-stained face.
Visible cuts all over, oozing the red plasma.

She tried to get help
Why would no one listen?
Now, all alone, suicidal,
Dead.

Memories. Of a time long gone
Sweep through her mind as she cries.
Two years ago.
How could life change so much?
Reminding herself of laughing.
With friends, family.
Society has since rejected her.

Now it's all too late
No pulse, no breath.
The already non-existent
Becomes more absent.